Drank my last cup of dead body stew Paint my face, creep up and say BOO! Nobody knows what I'm about Walk around town with my guts hanging out Chewin on toes, fuckin dead hoes Bark at the moon everytime the wind blows Why do I do the things that I do? Who are you? Fuck you, and fuck Jerry Lou too Fucked your mother at the Motel 8 Fingers in her booty, strawberry shake Daddy walks in and see the sick clown Moving his butt-cheeks up and down Nate the Mack and Jump Steady Rude Boy, Regis, Kathy Lee I make rap rhymes and make quick bucks And everybody sucks my nuts, shucks Fuck Jazzy Jeff, fuck Jack Jones Fuck Jazzy Jiff Jeff Jimmy Jack Jones Why do we do the things that we do? Who the motherfuck asked you, uh?
[Chorus (2x)] Why do we do the things that we do? Roses ain't red and violet's ain't blue Why do we do the things that we do? Wicked rhymes, wicked times, you too
[Violent J] Never had life, always been dead Gotta metal plate in the back of my head Lemon drops, lick lollipops I fuck redneck bitches at truck stops Clown cutters, much clown luv Found a body in the bathtub, mmm grub Fuck the police, fuck Ebin Price Fuck cop pork chop jiffy pop cops Grew another head and I had it lopped off But we still cool, what's up, (what's up, dawg) Tock-ticky-tock I pack a pig clock My dingaling swings when I run down the block No, I don't sing in a rock band "Gotta smoke, dude, what's up, man" Fuck John Wayne, fuck Wayne Newton Fuck two-snooting John Hootin nanny pooping Why do we do the things that we do? Now who the fuck asked you, bitch?